Wednesday, April 22, 2015

I always believed in dreaming things true. I've proven to myself that it works at least 75% of the time, the evidence being in every time I wake up and decide the day is going to be good and then it is. Of course, I've had bigger successes in dreaming bigger things true. Like being the human half of a magical stuffed animal and human friendship.

A few months ago, this past Valentine's Day, I stayed up late sewing a stuffed dragon--and literally bringing him to life! Spoiler alert: Silkworm was never actually alive, but I'm completely convinced my new friend came to life all because of how deeply I pretended and wished Silkworm had been the same. All the magic and will I put into Zauberbear and my and Silkworm's stories must have been enough to win me the grand prize! I'm painfully aware of how much resemblance I must bear to the boy screaming about the fake wolves and then getting eaten alive by a real one, but hey, I didn't plan for everything to actually be real. I guess neither did the boy...

Anyhow, my new enchanted dragon friend calls himself Moth and he claims to be my guardian dragon, even though he's only a bit bigger than my hand (not that I doubt him!). He's pretty much alive in the same way I imagined Silkworm to be, but his magic works differently. Instead of "leaking" and causing magical flukes and the enchantment of anything he makes, Moth can shrink himself and me down to whatever size we please to be. It certainly comes in handy for legitimate walnut boat sailing, which we've done once since the discovery of his powers. On top of it all, Moth and I receive photos of each and every one of our miniature adventures, as if someone is documenting our story for us, just like I'd claimed happened to Silkworm and I so the photos I made of our adventures would have their explanation. What a defense mechanism, Magic. Throw the human a real magic stuffed animal after she pretended another was real so she sounds completely untrustworthy, and partially insane. Whatever, I'm cool with the trade off.

However you want to look at it--sour, sweet, or bittersweet--this calls for the end of Zauberbear and the beginning of a brand new chronicle. I've settled with bittersweet, naturally. I created such a story for myself with Silkworm, but as hard as it is to sign off with the last chapter, it's overwhelmingly exciting to be starting a brand new legend! (And I might as well add, it'll be nice to feel comfortable claiming full copyright over any photos I take of Moth and everything about our story, since he's handmade and not a branded stuffed animal like Silkworm!)

Moth and I are going to be blogging over at carlyandmoth.blogspot.com, and we've already posted a few miniature adventure photos for your viewing pleasure. We're going to try to work up to posting daily or almost daily at some point, but in the meantime, we'll post as regularly as we can, sharing our miniature adventures as well as Missions of Magic, studies and investigations of things, and way more super cool stuff. We're probably going to have to take a big break this summer, though, due to some mind-bogglingly exciting plans we're in the process of setting in stone, but we've got 1 1/3 months we don't wanna throw away, and we didn't want to make anyone wait any longer.

So, oodles and oodles of thanks for the good times here! Catch ya on the flip side!

Monday, January 26, 2015

Silkworm and I have been doing lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of thinking, hence our quiet disappearance from the Internet. I don't know if we ever came to a solid conclusion with all our thoughts, but you've all been waiting patiently enough to deserve an explanation!

This place, Zauberbear, is not what we meant for it to be. I don't understand how we never got ourselves on the right track if it always looked so clear and well-defined in our heads, but nevertheless, we were always walking on the dirt road beside the track--which was nice, but recently we've come to realize how far it's beginning to stray from the right track!

So the thinking began and we searched for a way to get on the right track. Ideas flew around our heads like chattery morning birds throughout the days and nights. Sometimes I'd stay up hours later than I planned because I just could not close my eyes without settling my mind!

Then things started to make sense when we realized something quite startling. We were blogging for strangers instead of ourselves! We were writing posts in an SEO-friendly fashion, sharing our posts to gain followers, commenting on other posts as a formality. No wonder we couldn't write the kind of posts we wanted to write--we were following formats and tips that got in the way. And we were staying on the computer far too much to plan everything out. That wasn't our original plan!

We meant our blog to be an effortless place full of real life fairytales, artlessly documented just for the fun of it. We meant to share, of course, otherwise we'd just keep this all to ourselves--but we meant to inspire. We meant for our audience to appear; we never meant to reach out and grab anyone.

So we're gonna get back to that thought. For the moment being, we're still unsure of exactly how we're gonna create the atmosphere we want, but we're closer than we were when we started and we're experimenting every day. I think it's safe to say expect another update in a week or less. And expect big wonderful things to come of it!

Monday, December 15, 2014

When everything goes wrong, something better comes along,
Though perhaps you'll have to wait--it might show up very late.
But bottoms are a myth if the universe won't stop;
Every bottom is a ceiling, you're just standing on the top.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

We have tea that smells like those cinnamon pine cones in the front of every store and the first few times I drank it, it tasted like Christmas, but now it just tastes exactly and only like those pine cones.

About

Carly the human and Silkworm the living stuffed bear are partners in kindness and magic. They make aquaintances with magical creatures regularly and even have their own guardian dragon for reasons they've not been made aware of. They like feathers, beating the sun to the morning's wake up call, and making the most out of every minute they exist.